ฟังเพลงThe Irish Rover

The Irish Rover - The Hit Crew (热歌组合)

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six

We set out from the coal quay of Cork

We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks

For the grand City Hall in New York

We'd an elegant craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft

And how the Trade Winds drove her

She had twenty three masts and she stood several blasts

And they called her the Irish Rover

There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee

There was Hogan from County Tyrone

There was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work

And a chap from Westmeath named Mallone

There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule

And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover

And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann

Was the skipper on the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags

We had two million barrels of bone

We had three million bales of old nanny goat tails

We had four million barrels of stone

Five million hogs, six million dogs

And Seven million barrels of porter

We had eight million sides of old blind horses' hides

In the hold of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out

And the ship lost her way in the fog

And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two

Twas meself and the captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock, Oh, what a shock

And the bulkhead was turned right over

She turned nine times around

And the poor old dog was drowned

I'm the last of The Irish Rover